Although they walk the valley of the undead They fear the sun
Night after night they roam, searching for their next prey
And not a coward is the one
That makes it back to sleep before the dawn of day.
To live a life of wandering sleep
Not alive , not dead, but in between.
A life of suffering, so I may think
To prey on the blood of anything
They can change and take any form they please
A bat if you will and fly high into the breeze.
And with the stench of death in their nose so clear
They race with time, before dawn apears
To sleep again in the light of the day
Waiting for night to catch their next prey
Written by Volcana  © 1998

 Vampires are also A myth that dates back as far as witches as well..
They feed on the blood of all animals and without
these presiuos necture they can die! The other ways to kill a vampire are holly water,
a wooden stack in the heart, and of course, the sun...
To ward off a vampire you must, have a cross, holly water, garlic..
Are these true.. I can not say! but then again,
I never met a Vampire to find out!

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